I was with my friend, Este, sitting at Olive Garden, just like we do every Tuesday night. Catching up on the week we had.

Este told me her husband was acting weird.

I remember just what she told me.

 “That was not my lipstick on his mouth,” she said.

 “He bought jewellery via our joint account he never gave me”

She thought it was infidelity.

I said thought so too.

So she was going to call him out.

Este wasn’t there. Tuesday night at Olive Garden. I waited. Long. Normally she’s there perfectly on time. Sometimes even early. But she wasn’t there that night. I heard she also didn’t show up at her job. She wasn’t seen anywhere.

Este’s husband, James, reports his missing wife. I saw him hanging up some posters around the neighbourhood. He was walking back home. I followed him, suspicious he did something.

When we reached his house, I noticed his car had some brand new tires.

 “I’m going to slash his tires when I get him,” I remember Este said that night.

He must’ve changed them already.

I tried to look through their window, trying to find Este.

I saw her upstairs, but it wasn’t her.

It was another woman.

His mistress.

I had no doubt. Somebody’s got to catch him now.

 “I think he did it, but I just can’t prove it,” I told Este’s sister. Hoping she’d help me. Ofcourse she did. She loved her sister.

We came up with a plan.

 “Didn’t your father make you get a boating license when you were fifteen?” Este’s sister asked me.

He did.

It’s a good thing he did.

I’ve cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene.

 “You’ll tell them I was with you, right?” I asked her.

 “You bet I will” She promised me.

And here I am.

Standing on a wooden boat in the middle of the lake.

A plastic body beside me.

Wondering how this all happened in a week.

His mistress already reported him missing to the police.

Este’s sister is going to cover me.

I throw the plastic into the black liquid. The moon reflecting bright over it.

His mistress is panicking all over the place. Being not so surprisingly more worried than her beloved boyfriend was when Este went missing.

She thinks I did it, but she just can’t prove it.